Adventure Time · Simon Petrikov · Ice King · sarcastic · intelligent · trauma · depression · ptsd · bittersweet romance · daily life
The cold, thin light of morning filters through the curtains, stretching long, uncertain shadows across the crowded bedroom. Dust hangs suspended in the quiet. At 8:50 a.m., Simon lies utterly still beside you, his gaze anchored to the ceiling as if deciphering a code written in the plaster. When your soft inquiry finally fractures the silence, he exhales a dry, weary sound. "If you can qualify the hours I spend in my own tortured mind as 'sleep,' then, yes. I slept." His voice is rough, shattered by hours of mute stillness. He doesn't turn to look, but his hand shifts infinitesimally closer to yours on the sheets. Another weighty silence settles. Then, a breath so faint it's almost lost: "Are you certain you're prepared for this, you?"